Marionette Darkstalkers Novels & Stories

she rasped, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. The name, a powerful entity in the infernal hierarchy, caused Andro to falter for a brief, but crucial moment. He glanced at Elena, a flicker of unease crossing his demonic features. That moment of hesitation was his undoing. With a silent flick of her wrist, Elena unleashed a torrent of shimmering energy. "Marionette!" she chanted, the word resonating with power. Wispy, translucent strings materialized from thin air, slithering towards Andro like deadly serpents. They coiled around his thrashing form, binding him tightly with an invisible grip.

Well, it’s probably obvious to someone who’s been abandoned that a reminder about such an event was a trigger to a much painful breath than death. “Be prepared—” Dark’s voice was deep, groveling, as though it had been pulled from the depth of the ocean, and was echoed by a menacing tone that made it look as though two people were speaking. “—to die!” The mistress laughed as Dark charged blindly. The flames of his darkness lashing toward her as though some kind of lasso whipping in the air, but, as usual, she managed to annihilate it with a wave of her hand. She was the propagator of the Sylvania’s strength and has, thus, full immunity to it.

This manpower includes rogues. The Dark Wolf Clan has a peculiarity, and that is their wolves' affinity with rogues. Normal wolves would have an innate hatred towards rogues, but the dark wolf clan was different. Elder Marcellus spoke to his son, Diana's father, to work for him together with the Dark Wolf clan, but Diana's father refused. So, using the battle against the Red Sky Pack as a cover, Elder Marcellus killed his own son and his wife. Elder Marcus did not want to die, so he supported Elder Marcellus all the way, secretly making plans to expose Elder Marcellus if things went south.

He threw his darkly handsome head back and laughed uproariously. “Are you telling me that you didn’t think of me in the dark of the night? That you didn’t crave the passion I alone could give you? If you’d responded to him the way you responded to me, he’d have run away from you in terror!” Lara launched herself at him like a lioness. Two incredibly powerful hands snapped around her wrists and held her back. An insolent smile curved his hard mouth. “You dress like a fifty-year-old maiden but you’re a little animal at heart, aren’t you, chérie? I scratch the surface of that lady-like exterior and I find teeth and claws. I like that. It excites me…”

Her chest tightened at her words, and the corners of her lips quirked upwards, almost in amusement. "Oh, has he not told you about his past? It's quite something. His brother, Sabin, kept rambling on and on when we injected him with a dose of our serum." Harlow gritted her teeth together, struggling against the straps, locking her down. "Do you want to know how violent and monstrous your mate is, Harlow?" Harlow shook her head. "I won't believe anything you say."

“Would either of you mind telling me where I am?” “Dark Moon pack territory, in Mercius.” Lucas answered. “Mercius? I’ve never heard of it. How far away from Zodia are we?” “Zodia?” Selene snorted. “Lucas, I think he’s knocked the sense out of himself or something, nothing he says makes any sense.” I was beginning to become irritated at the lack of useful information from the pair. The more my irritation rose, the worse the itching in my gums became. I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home.

Every blow he delivered carried the weight of something unnatural. Dark magic. Draven narrowed his eyes. "They've been tampered with," he muttered under his breath, parrying another brutal strike. "Enhanced beyond natural means." Kael’s movements were faster, stronger, almost berserker-like. Around them, werewolf warriors fought with an edge that even seasoned vampires struggled to match. And then, the first light of dawn touched the horizon. Draven felt the heat kiss his skin—a warning most vampires would dread. Around him, his warriors hesitated, confused, their instincts screaming to retreat from the rising sun.

She could feel her life slipping away, each breath more shallow than the last. "Adrian, please… stop…" she gasped, struggling to pull his hands away. The doctor, panicked, rushed forward. "Your Highness, please! You’ll kill her!" His voice seemed to break through Adrian’s rage, and with a low growl, Adrian released his grip, shoving Mara away. She crumpled to the floor, gasping for air, clutching her neck. "I, Adrian Darlington, reject you, Mara Jones, as my mate and the future Luna of this pack," Adrian declared, his voice cold and final.

This was a creature that had been forcefully broken. Standing behind this walker variant was a large Undead. This Undead was over two meters tall and could best be described as a poster boy for bodybuilding. His large arms were stained with blood and so was one half of his face. Of course, it wasn’t his blood. The dark red blood belonged to the battered Undead kneeling in front of him. He was merely the architect of this masterpiece. He was a 4 Star Undead and one of the subordinates of Dark Shadow that Red Nest had told Kylie about. His name was, painfully, Muscles. “So, did he speak?” Dark Shadow asked lazily as she closed her eyes. She looked like she would fall asleep at any given moment

Garold snapped standing up, anger flashing in his eyes. “That be it true.” Njar said catching Garold by the hand as if to calm his anger. “Mud River is small and Dark Moon was made of all rogues. Surely they do not have a large or structured pack.” Njar continued as Garold yanked his hand away muttering to himself. “Dark Moon will join them. Mud River as well but we will pay Mud a visit.” Arkyn announced as he began to move to the door. “Now?” Garold called to his back.